The beautiful night in the small town of Lucia is full of bright stars, and the round table room of Galatea's Academy of Wizarding is in session. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Present at the meeting were Dean Patrick Fastolf, Vice Dean Gabriela Heatcocks, President of the Sixth Research Society of Magical Science Magnolia Belgrave, President of the Third Research Society of Magical Mecha Maxwell Blevens, President of the Fourth Research Society of Magic Dominic Conroy, Director of the Magical Weapons Tooling Department Gustav Danjefeld, President of the Seventh Research Society of Magical Medicine Levi Ackerman, First Year Commander and High Magister Abgar Angles, Second Year General Commander and High Summoner Salome Kinsella, and Third Year General Commander and High Swordsman Shazo Heslop, Scotty Loknen, Director of the Magic Art Department, Leona Hyland, President of the Fourth Research Society of the Magic Mecha and Doctor of the Biological Development Department, Virgil Yves, Director of the Eighth Development Department of the Magic Botanical Garden, and Bruno Goodrick, Director of the Military Department of the Magic Guide.

Patrick sat in the middle of the round table, as the head of the Magic Academy, he wanted to know what suggestions and opinions the upper echelons of the Magic Academy had about the arrival of this wind of ruling.

"I would like to hear your suggestions and opinions. Patrick's gentle and kind voice spread through the silent conference room.

"Abbot Fastorf, if we cooperate with the Wind of Judgment, it will definitely arouse the jealousy and hatred of the nobles, and it will not be conducive to the future development of our Magic Academy. "A man of about fifty years old with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a white suit, with arrogant eyes and an aristocratic temperament, is none other than Dominic Conroy, the president of the Fourth Research Society of Magic. Dominic was the first to object, he could not agree to the wind of ruling, a thorn in the side of the aristocracy, which brought unfavorable things to the Wizarding Academy.

"Viscount Conroy, I know that as a nobleman, you naturally hate the wind of ruling, but if you cooperate with them, it may not be detrimental to the Wizard Academy. Vice Dean Gabriela said, her light blue pupils full of confidence.

"Miss Heathoscox, I am not selfish, but I do not want to see the future of the Wizardry and become the target of the nobles' hatred. Dominic retorted, though Gabriela had the right thing in his mind.

"Personally, I think that if the wind of adjudication selects elite talents in our academy, then our academy will definitely be valued by the king in the future. Abgaar said elegantly.

"Miss Angeles, you want your students to become the pillars of the kingdom, but if you are jealous and hated by the nobles, it will not be conducive to the future fate of these students. Dominic continues to fight back against the winds of the ruling.

"Dominic, I don't think anyone who can provide funding and development opportunities for our magic academy doesn't need to worry about whether they will be hated by the nobles. A woman with a black single ponytail wearing black-rimmed glasses, with a beautiful appearance, an elegant temperament and shrewdness, said.

"Dr. Hyland, you're just thinking about your own experiments, and you don't care about the future of the Academy. "Dominic blames Leona for the problem.

"It seems that President Conroy's opinion seems weak, but I also support his idea, after all, if you cooperate with the wind of ruling, it means that you will oppose the nobles in the future. A middle-aged woman with tall light blue hair in a bun said, wearing a plain white long coat with a black shirt and a purple tight short skirt, black stockings wrapped around her slender and smooth legs, and a pair of black high heels that showed the elegance of a woman.

Although he is about forty years old, he still has the charm, not only has an extraordinary temperament, but also has a plump figure. Compared with the delicate female students, this elegant and generous mature and wise woman is also a pleasing beauty.

This person is none other than Magnolia Belgrave, the president of the Sixth Research Society of Magical Sciences.

Dominique's approving eyes were on Magnolia. In the upper echelons of this magic academy, she has always been the only one who has always recognized her opinion, although she doesn't know what the purpose is, but at least she is not a hostile position to herself.

"Miss Belgrave's opinion, I think, is reasonable, but it seems very important that the wind of adjudication has the confidence of the King. A mild-mannered middle-aged man in a black suit, black hair and green eyes said.

It was none other than Maxwell Blevins, the president of the Third Research Society of the Magic Mecha. Maxwell is recognized as a high-level leader of the Magic Academy, aged forty-two, not only is he extremely elegant, polite, and his gentle temper has always been praised by the members of the Third Research Society, but he is also very popular among the students in the Academy.

In addition to his elegant and outstanding appearance, Maxwell is a talented man, he served as the third research group, and produced a large number of advanced air mecha for the Magic Academy, and his invention of the mecha used by the royal army is also praised by the Royal Knights.

In the upper echelons of the Magic Academy, he is also a leader with the best interpersonal relationships.

"I agree with Maxwell on how to be not hostile to the nobility, but yet be valued by the king, and we can discuss it from here. A middle-aged man in a navy blue suit said. With a coffee-colored hair and star-like black eyes, although his appearance is inferior to Maxwell's, he is also a personable man, this person is Gustav Danjefeld, the head of the Magical Weapons Tooling Department.

He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, his hands on his chin all the time, and wore white gloves. At this time, he picked up the black coffee on the table, which was filled with fine porcelain, and took a sip of coffee elegantly, as if he wanted to make his spirit more refreshing, after all, it was almost half past nine, and he was unconsciously a little sleepy.

Patrick has always listened quietly to the opinions of the people, because the final decision is in his hands. Earl Patrick, who is sixty-one years old, has blonde hair and green eyes, and still looks radiant. The Count, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, was contemplating, as he had devoted his whole life to the Magic Academy, and his wish was that Galatea in the future would become the glory of the kingdom and be famous all over the world.

"Dean, I want to hear your opinion. Gabriela, who was sitting on the left, suddenly asked, even if the senior management of the Wizarding Academy was divided into two positions, and there was a neutral attitude, but the final result was still up to Patrick to decide.

"Your opinions, I have carefully considered them, since regarding the future fate of the Magic Academy, I choose to cooperate with the wind of ruling, after all, I am valued by the king, and I know in my heart which is more important than the jealousy of the nobles, and I am also a nobleman, and as the head of the Fastol family, I can only put the family's affairs second. Patrick said earnestly.

"I respect the Dean's opinion, and since the wind of rulings is coming, in the next few days, I will do my best to let the Golden Lily Knights take charge of the entire Wizard Courtyard and their safety. Bruno Goodric, the head of the Wizard Military Department, said.

A brown-eyed man with dark green hair on the back and hair, about forty years old, tall and mighty figure, well-defined facial features looked heroic, wearing an imposing military uniform, a golden coat and black boots, showing Bruno's tall and burly, heroic military temperament.

"There are brave and unscrupulous men, the result of offending the nobles is not an ordinary small thing, you know, now the royal capital is not only the royal family, the powerful is the Duke of Lomax, he has always hated the wind of judgment, and the wind of judgment will fall sooner or later. Dominic said angrily.

"Dominic, this is the sacred round table of the Magic Academy, if it weren't for the meeting now, I would not be able to forgive your rudeness. As a bloody man, Bruno said confidently that he was a strong-hearted soldier, unlike Maxwell and Gustav who were always amicable to Dominic.

"It's just a meeting to discuss, so why are you making a fuss about it. Gabriela spoke to persuade the two grumpy men.

Dean Patrick didn't want to cause two people with different positions to argue, and said, "Do the others have any opinions?" At this time, the dean's secretary, Cecil Makins, a young man with blond hair and black eyes, was wearing a black suit, slender and thin, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and looked mild-mannered.

Cecil walked over with light steps, and then whispered a word in Earl Patrick's ear.

The Earl nodded slightly, and then motioned for him to step down, "Everyone, I guess you don't have to have an argument, just now the king asked someone to call and say that we should cooperate with the wind of ruling, and other things don't need to be worried." ”

Dominic's angry eyes widened, but he was helpless, after all, it was a secret order issued by the king himself.

"Tomorrow is the arrival of the wind of judgment, in fact, the wind of judgment can be said to represent the glory of the king, the glory of the king has come to us Galatea, so all related matters, whether you should be ready. Patrick asked.

"Dean, the banquet and VIP room for arranging the event have been prepared, and I believe it should satisfy them. Gabriela said.

"Okay, it's really hard for you to be in charge of the affairs of the Magic Academy, and you have to worry about these things, you always do everything yourself, and I can rest assured that I will hand over the Magic Academy to you in the future." Patrick said with satisfaction.

"Dean, these are the things I should do, and as Vice Dean, I am willing to dedicate all my energy to Galatea. Gabriela said modestly.

"In that case, then I have no reason to continue to say anything, I will arrange the relevant matters for tomorrow's event. Although Dominic was not convinced, he had to pretend to be supportive.

"Dean, tomorrow our first-year students will attend the event, and we will arrange for them to welcome all of them with bouquets of flowers, as a sign of the Magic Academy's sincere cooperation with the Wind of Judgment. Abgaard said in an elegant tone.

"I'm happy with that," Patrick said, reassuringly.

"Dean, our magic art department will arrange a singing and dancing program for the party, hoping that these VIPs who come from afar can relax between busy work. Scotty Locknan, the head of the Wizard Arts Department, said in a soft tone.

She had been silent in the meeting just now, but she was actually a calm and calm woman, without unnecessary disputes, and always spoke at critical moments.

As the minister of the art department, in fact, Shi Curti is a young man among the top leaders, twenty-eight years old, and a stunning beauty with a classical and beautiful temperament.

An elegant lady born in the royal capital, her father is the director of the Aurora Art Museum in the royal capital, and her mother is the piano teacher of Princess Tiffany, she has studied poetry and dance since she was a child, and she is the champion of the royal piano competition for three consecutive years. Scotti is not only naturally beautiful, gentle and lovely, but also talented, she is the goddess of the literary and artistic circles of the Magic Academy, and is popular with many boys, but just a month ago, she married Baron Eldale, who lives in Victoria City.

"Scotti's arrangement will definitely make the guests of the Ruling Wind feel at home. Patrick nodded in satisfaction.

"Dean, tomorrow I will have people send the latest varieties of flowers from the Botanical Garden to the event site and VIP room in advance. Virgil, the minister of the Enchanted Botanical Garden, who had been silent just now, spoke.

He was wearing a dark green suit, and his appearance and temperament were much inferior to Maxwell and Gustav, but his words and deeds were polite, with short light blue hair, a pair of green eyes full of wisdom, and he was about fifty years old, and he was also an elegant gentleman with a good demeanor.

Not only is there a wide variety of flowers and plants in the botanical garden, but the elves inside are also very well cared for, which is inseparable from Virgil's credit.

Patrick opened a gold pocket watch, the hands of the hour were almost eleven, and realized that tomorrow he would welcome the distinguished guest of the Wind of Judgment.

"Everyone, if there is nothing important, you can go back to the dormitory and rest. Earl Patrick said.

The starry sky outside the window was getting darker, and as night fell, only Earl Patrick needed to meet late at night and work hard for the Academy.